Western cyclone., 1887-08-19

that was not JuQlclOuS time IOr persons
to know anything, or care to know any
thing. ABOUT matters Of state or individuals
who had suddenly and mysteriouSly diSap-
peared.
At length the distress of jeanette at
tracted the attention of an old wOInak in
tie vicinity, who, after some questioning,
informed her that the smith had been
marched off between two rough looking
men, who might be officers of the RevOlu-
tionary Commission.
"Oh. Sion Dieu' Mon Dieu! my poor
dear JacquesW cried the half frantic wife.
wrIngmg ner nandS. LAS l TCarCQ, he has
been taken to prison, and will follow and
die with him!'
But it was not so easy for the unhappy
Jeanette. to follow the missing Jacques,
simply because she knew not where to 60,
and no one, not even the old woman,
could tell her whittier he had been taken.
So she finally went home in great distress
to wait for another day and some tidings
of him; but she had scarcely entered the
house when she heard Bobon scratching
and whining at the door. The moment
she admitted him he few to his masters
vacant seat at the table, put his fore-paws
upon it, looked up sorrowfully in her face
and gave utteranCe TO low mournful cry.
"Where is your master, BObOnY said
Jeanette, bursting into tears.
The dog jumped down, with slight
bark, and ran 10 the door.
II then occurred to jeanette to let him
out and follow him. This she did, and he
led her to the massive gate Of the main
prison of Bordeaux. Tremblingly she
knocked at the gate; and of the porter who
opened the wicket she inquired if Jacques
Pierr0t was confined within. The man
grufiiy replied that he didn't know, and
didn't care to know, and advised the fair
questioner to go about her business
Thus repulscd, poor jeanette sat down
by the gate and cried for an hour, the
noble dog standing beside her all the while,
and looking the sorrow which he had no
language 10 express. When at last jean
cite got up and went home with a heavy
heart, the intelligent animal accompanied
her to the door, and then bounded away to
take his post at the prison gate, and watch
for an opportunity to get in to his master.
jeanette passed slecplcss night, pray
ing for the deliveranCe of him she loved.
The next morning at daylight she again re-
paired " the prison, but Bobon was not 10
he seen. She made further inquiries for
her husband, and learned he was impris-
oned within, but could not be communi-
Gated with until after the trial, which
would take place whenever the authorities
should see proper. What the charges were
against him her informant either did not
know or would not tell. Poor Jeanette
after this remained most Of her time at the
gate of the prison, but heard nothing more
concerning ner husband, ana saw nothing
more OF BODOn.
The evening following the dog returned
to her and acted,very strangely. He barked
and whincd, rubbed his head against her
knees, looked up wistfully and keenly into
her face, and occasionally put up paw to
his neck as if to remove his collar. When
ever jeanette would open the door as be-
fore for him TO conduct her to his master
he would catch hold Of her dress with his
teeth, and run back, and howl plaintively,
and then go through with all his strange
motions again. Did he want to communi-
cate something, poor fellow?
At length it occurred TO Jeanette that his
collar might hurt him, and she proceeded
to remove it. The dog held perfectly still
till she accomplished her purpose, and then
whined jOyously, wagged his tail and
peared TO be nothing wrong about the col
again, only that, whenever she attempted
it, the poor brute would crouch down and
howl so mourntully as to cause her to de-
sist.
Suddenly, in turning the collar over in
her hand, Jeanette, to her great surprise
and delight, cspicd few words scratched
along the center, as it might be with q
sharp stone or nail With a palpitating
hear she Immediately set TO work to de-
cipher them; and soon. with such feelings
as only one i'll her station might experince,
made them out as follows:
"FaSten bit of pencil and paper to the
collar, and let BObon come back to JAG.
ques."
Tremblingly Jeanette set to work to
comply with the request of her poor, dear,
imprisoned husband; and as soon as this
was accomplished. the dog quietly permit
ted her TO buckle on the collar and rushed
with bark and bound through the door
open for his exit.
That night and the next day passed
slowly away, without the anxious wife
hearing anything more from her husband;
but the night ensuing the dog came back:
and on removing his collar she found, pen.
ciled on the paper she had sent, the follow.
ing hopeful note:
I'm confined in an upper cell. The
grated window is toward the east Be.
tween the prison and an open space beyond
is high wall. There's fine saw down in
the shop among my small best tools, made
from the handspring Of a watch. Send me
that, coiled up in the collar of Bobon. l
always told you l bought that dog for
something, and now | know for what
think can cut the bars and lower myself
into the yard. The second night from
this, at o'clock precisely. throw one end
of rope over the wall and fastcn the other
so that l can draw myself mp, and if hap.
pen to get out-and. with the saints bless.
ing. l NAV. l don't know what I'm
charged with. and don't believe anyone
else does; but the place hss a guillotine
feel about it; and Id rather lie OF with YOU
and Bobon. I'm not very closely watched.
Don iall me, and soon l hope your arms
Will again clasp your poor jacques"
IL Is needless IN fgslnvt- ,,.t H.